Lets Do A Number!

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I really thought today was going to be a rest day. I think Old Couch Potato Head is making her unwanted presence known! What with the cold that has kept me from running, and feeling bloated, weak and unmotivated, its definitely been 'her' few weeks to show her face!

The Old Boy decided to extend our usual run to try and get the stamina and endurance back on track.....for the both of us! "We are going to do a figure of 8" he says to me. "Only going to add another mile to our usual route, but it will include running up Goss hill!" "Yeah, bring it on" I said or did I think that, and actually say out loud something different!

I know I have to get my endurance back up to speed, and I do use that word very loosely people! So in a weird, masochistic way I was looking forward to it.

We started off running in the opposite direction to the usual clockwise direction, and I was doing pretty well, or so I thought. The OB has mentioned that he hasn't seen me run for a full mile yet, which quite frankly is a load of 'Dogs Undercarriage!' because.......well just because, and he knows it, he is using this as another tactic. But of course going in this direction and up hill straight away on cold legs, (excuse no. 201) I know I stopped before the first mile. But can't be sure, because when I looked at my watch I had forgotten to start the blooming thing!!

So from this point, just before we got to 'Dog Poo Ally' is when the Garmin stats show, (approx .80 miles into run so far) I was still coughing and spluttering, and doing my best to 'prove the existence of ectoplasm' but I some how think it's doing me good!

Up the hill, along the top and then down again, through the woods towards the railway. We will be running along the path that we had just ran up! that's cool, we still have light, the woods are just great to run in.

We ran past the railway bridge and towards Botony bay, but turn off just at the river to follow it along to the dread Goss Hill. By now I was a tad tired, but I really wanted to try and get up Goss Hill in at least 2 sections! But I was just to bloomin lazy as usual and full of my excuses, even though the OB had ran on up ahead of me. He has his motivation back again!

There is the other two hills that I can try and run up all the way, I call them 'The Small one and the Big one' The small one came and went, and I wasn't even thinking about it, because I was thinking about the 'Big one' So to help me get up this hill I decided to tell myself it's the 'Small one!' It didn't work! I didn't manage to run up the whole thing!

But from the top and as we head down towards 'Dog Poo Ally' again, it was non stop running from me! I was quite impressed with myself, even going along, for the third time this evening, the path along the railway lines, I was thinking "Good going Old Girl" But that's when I got complacent and I stopped running!

Oh Well, Couch Potato head will be pleased! Over the the three bridges, and through the woods to the car.!

Lovely run. And ready for my dinner, which was a lovely curry at a lovely restaurant, even though we waited an age for our first course to arrive!

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A Damn Good Thrashing!

Hello bloggees, hope you all well.

Another glorious day out today, wonderful time with the little whipper snappers in the sunshine, loads of washing done, hung on the line and dried. What more does anyone need...............A damn good thrashing, obviously!

After the Old Boy tinkled on his motor bike he was ready for a little jog with me. I was getting rather comfy in my arm chair, and was wanting to cook me dinner! But after the OB goaded me, saying "If you can't make it Old Girl, don't worry about it, I won't go on and on and on about it" Of course I went upstairs to get changed!

He was very kind to me though, or so I thought. "Lets do the same course but in the opposite direction" All I could think of is Goss Hill, and coming down it! I had actually forgotten the other hill that, when ran in the clockwise drection is actually longer! Not only that, but just after the first set of steps the Old Boy spied a thin stick. He picked it up and then 'thwacked' my bottom, just like you do with the horses! "Oh why didn't I think of this before" he said with a chuckle, and then he poked me with it as well "This will keep you going"

Tut, the things I have to put up with! Still, it amuses the OB, and too be honest, he did rather amuse me too! Let's see if it is still amusing at the end of the run! I struggled up the path that goes through the middle of the woods! I would just have to pace myself. But I did my usual thing, I stopped, and as the OB would say, had a cup of tea and slice of cake! Oh I wish!

I was pleased to get to the top of this hill, and then to run along the top. We always run on the bridle path, and today we actually saw a horse and rider. She galloped off in front of us, I was just thinking "I hope it don't 'drop' any thing as it cantered along" But just along the top here, the horse and rider had slowed down and we were gaining on it. I saw the OB over take the horse and then I over took it as well. How fast does anyone need to go when they can overtake a moving horse!!

As we were beginning to climb up another hill I could hear the horse and rider gaining on us. I tried to keep going, and even the Old Boy said "Keep on going, don't stop" but I just had to, I was going to let the horse go ahead of me, but then she explained that she was stopping just up ahead, so no need to pass us.

So back to the running. All I could think of is that Goss hill is not that far away now, which means that is almost all over and done with! And this evening I know I am going to do Goss hill without stopping!

It was just at the bottom of the hill that the OB decided to play 'Pooh Sticks' with the stick that he found way back at the first steps, and yes, he did prod me and thwacked me all the way to this point. He threw the now broken sticks into the river and said "Oo look, I win again" Little things, I thought to myself.

On the way towards Bickly Manor we saw a group of runners, I'm not sure who they were with, but I tried to 'look good' and keep on running. As soon as they passed I slowed to a walking pace again, until I saw yet more of them! Three little groups came passed! And I tried to make sure I was running.

Going through Jubilee park I noticed that the local scout troupe we out! "Oh no, I have to keep on running! I can't walk in front of this lot" I thought to myself. So I had to dig deep and keep it going.

The last hundred yards now, and the Old Boy told me to sprint it. Of course his stick was floating towards the River Ravensbourne and probably end up in Old Father Thames! But I still sprinted, I put on a good sprint. I was quite pleased I did because we parked our car next to this chap who had just got out his, to walk his dog, and he just happened to be back the same time as us, and I was sprinting along like a real runner!

No runner, jogger or wife, was actually harmed in the making of this blog, all names have been changed to protect those that would otherwise be arrested for beating of the wife.

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Club Run - Yeah!

Hello my blog readers!

Two weeks off from my running club and boy does it tell! NS is back as well, she has had a week off as well. But she is still going for group 2, I, on the other hand are going to stay in group 1.

I have come to realise that there are generally fit people, and people who push the barriers, get the pain and get fitter, and then there are even fit people who got unfit and the get fit again. Then there is me! An old couch potato, still trying to kid herself that one day a marathon! One day day, after the half marathon that me and NS have promised ourselves, then who knows!

I keep plodding along. I can see that I have improved tons since I first started my struggles to get fit and stay fit. I have struggled with weight, and still struggle with weight. I struggle with running a whole mile non stop, which I am pleased to say that I can do now! But to do two miles non stop! I struggle to do twenty miles on a bike and keep the avg miles in double figures, which I have achieved once this year. And so on a so forth.

I do want it, I will get it, but have I left it too late?! No! No! No! is the resounding answer to that question! If I think that then I might as well go back to my couch and sit on my arse and watch it grow again!

So even though I struggled along behind group 1 again, I know I am getting fitter and stronger. So I am not a fast runner, I am a plodder, but I am here doing it!

Moans and groans and self doubt over, not to talk about my run. Our illustrious leader told us that our run today was about 3 and half miles. Well that's do-able for me, as me and the OB managed to do that yesterday! The she mentioned 'Cardiac Hill'! I said to her 'I hope you know CPR as I'm just recovering from this retched cold virus thingy' in which in turn said 'Don't worry, I can remember the tune, #Staying alive#," I was relieved, as long as her timing is not out I should be ok!

I offered my services as sweeper, well I shall be at the back anyway! But she 'That's ok, but if you get too tired don't forget to call out, we don't want to lose the sweeper!" I assured her that if (when) I do get tired I shall make sure I have enough breath to let her know!

The evening was just lovely, the weather was good, and we were even talking of going through the woods in the next few weeks! I just love summer! For now, though, its pounding the streets and pavements, down Tudor Way and then up St. Johns road.

I know this route, and I remember cardiac hill! I will try my bestest to keep up with them. So far so good, the whole of St. Johns done, and the next bit of road and the next bit of road after that! I was struggling a bit with my breathing, so I just concentrated on keeping that under control as best as I could. My back and sides are still sore from the coughing fits, and I am hoping that it definitely is on it way out now.

This next bit of road had a speed bump or some sort of bump in it, which I had missed. I stumbled over it, twisting my left leg a little and my back as I tried to to go ass over tit, not in front of the newbie! That wouldn't look good at all. I managed to save myself from landing on my face, but I maybe I should have just fallen over, do a spectacular roll and then get up again. Better than all the twisting and pulling on my muscles.

It took me a few minutes of jogging to recover from this, and to ignore the little niggle pains from my aching muscles. Best to just run through it, stretch them out and it should all be right as rain. Brilliant piece of advice for myself, not sure if its the right advice mind!

That hill soon came up. I looked up and it, then looked straight down again. "Just do your best Old girl" I said. So I started up the hill. Half way though I did say to our illustrious leader that I will be slowing down a bit now, and two other delightful ladies, offered to run along with me. Head down I started up the hill again, it got steeper and steeper, our illustrious leader came back and explained the next stop to the two young ladies that were with me, and then sent them to do their thing as our I.L. took their place. "Do you own thing" she said, and I just plodded along and did as much as I could of this darn hill.

After that it was all down hill. I love running down hill. A lung full of air and then head up and feet moving! From the round about all the way now. All doing our own thing.

One day, one day, I will be with the rest of the group! All running through the gate together as we finish our run!

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Back on the Natural Tread Mill.

Hello blog lovers.

I'm back to running! And it felt great to be back at it! The OB felt better as well, a much needed run today, and now that the clocks have jumped forward its a lot lighter and so back to running through the woods without the cumbersome head lamps and darkness to slow us, (meaning me) down.

I really didn't think I would do brilliantly today, all I just wanted to do was get back out and start my running again. The cycling is great, love it, and I'm looking forward to plenty more days and weekends out on my bike, but my running is the first thing that I started to get myself fit, and kept up! Firstly by myself then with all the lovely friends and family that have joined me. And it always seems that I choose people who are younger and fitter than me to join in. Anyway, that's by the by.

I set my Garmin, took a lung full of the fresh air and off we went. I could tell that I am still fighting the virus, especially after this morning, it was like something out of GHOST BUSTERS ectoplasm, all over the place, is all I can describe it as! I will say no more about that, it wasn't pleasant! Straight away my breathing was 'off' and I was struggling to control my it. But I tried.

I took it easy, I wasn't going to push my self, considering I haven't jogged since 17th! Needless to say, I wasn't going to be too easy on myself either, but I wasn't going to tell the OB that!

The first mile came and went, and then it was time for Goss Hill. I ran straight through the gate, with every intention of just running up the hill! No stopping! I got to the bottom of it and stopped, 'Gasped' and just looked up! A quick nag from the Old Boy and I was off again. I slowed my pace down, I took smaller steps, I used my arms and I looked up. Is there anything else that I needed to do that I didn't do. I tried not to think about the hill, but I felt like I was running on the spot! It was taking so long to get to the top.

It was then that the little joke the OB said to me about my running came into my mind. "You are not actually moving Old Girl, you are just bouncing up and down while the Earth slowly moves underneath you!" Going up this hill tonight it really felt like that! The OB carried on running up while I took a short 'breather' walk and then I carried on running. I ran to the top! So Goss hill, now is only a part section!

The rest of the run was really quite pleasant, and I kept up fairly ok ish. There was a group of ladies running up towards Coopers, where we had just run from, and the OB said "Look good Old Girl, look good!" as we ran passed them I tried not to do my usual grimacing face.

At the bottom as it was still fairly light we decided to carry on through the woods and going over the three bridges. It adds a little extra on to the usual run, but we were both feeling ok so why not.

The first set of steps I couldn't run up, but the next two sets I did manage to kind of run up, so I was pleased with that.

I had my usual sprint as well, we used the top path to get back to the car, so a nice bit of tarmac to run along, and the OB told me to push it, and go for, give it a little bit more, and a bit more. And I just took off, I'm not sure how fast I ran, but I'm sure the Old boy said something about Linford Christie!

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Run For My Supper!

Hello bloggers.

Monday was the last time I ran, but this cold is just getting on top of me. I did manage a very short bike ride on Thursday and I felt ok, and even did a coupl of extra miles that I wasn't intending to do, but today, I was hoping for a lie in, and just get up and feel totally refreshed, cold ont he way out and recovery defininitely on the way. But does that happen, oh no!

I woke this morning with a fuzzy head, and a raging thirst at 6 this morning, that could have been due the the salt and pepper ribs I had last night for my dinner! But the cold virus is still well and truly taking over my body, Head aches, coughing and apparantly I kept the Old Boy awak last night due to me coughing, so we were both quite tired!

The weather wasn't brilliant today, the predicted rain was here, (makes a change for the forcast to be right) so a bike ride was out of the question. I could have managed 15 or twenty miles of gentle bike riding today, but its just no fun in the rain. So we had plan 'B'. Shopping, tidy the garden and housework. Him on garden duties me on housework. but after we did the shopping we came back and vegged!

Not good, but the curry this evening was promised! But when the OB said "If I don't do something then I won't feel hungry enough to go for a curry" Shock, horror and total outrage was buidling up inside. I had been waiting all day for a tasty curry, Ok so he took me out for breakfast before we went shopping. but food makes me happy when I am feeling down, and right now I am really wallowing in my self pity of feeling ill!

So I had to Run For My Supper! Its a lovely resataurant that we go to, and RogBum, if you ever in the neighbour hood then I would recommend this place for a very tasty curry! you will understand why I dragged my self off my sick bed, to do the recommened doctors advice of 'Starve a fever, feed a cold' scenario and got into my running gear.

So enough of the huge, huge excuse/reason for such a slow short run today, but I am just letting you all know, and me of course when I look back at this, of why at this time in my running and cycling ......caree/training/lifechange or whatever it is I am doing I ran such a very short slow run!

Going up the first hill from 'Dog Poo' ally my legs had already decided to give up, but I pushed as far as I could do, with the .....ok slight, pain, building up from these underworked legs of mine. I really wanted to do the even shorter route, and I was only about 2 mins into our run.

Let me tell you, the whole run this evening was of me complaining, stopping, spluttering, spitting (I know, its discusting) and then running again, just so that I can get a lovely curry later on! Pathetic!? No! It just showed me that actually, even when I feel like....shit..... and I will use that word.....I can do it!!

So geeky stats, make of it what you will. But I think I did pretty well! Considering!

Shall I, or Shall I Not!

Hello blog readers.

Today I feel the dreaded lurgy started to creep through my body. The 'Kids Germs' I have probably got from all those loving hugs, albeit snot covered, sneezy hugs I received from the children, reminding me of an episode of 'The Simpsons' where the children had to defeat the adults by hugging them and thus spreading their germs! So do I run, or do I sit and let the dreaded lurgy get a hold of me! Of course, as you are reading this, you already know the answer to that!

It was either a long bike ride or or short jog. I decided on the short jog, I wasn't sure whether my lungs would stay inside my body for a long ride, and besides, if I go for a run then at least my lungs wouldn't be in danger of getting run over!

The Old Boy was very, very kind to me. "We will go at you're pace tonight" he says. I was quite pleased with that. And he kept to his word. He only really nagged me getting up Goss hill. The evening was really quite pleasant, not cold at all, although I was feeling a little chilled, which is why I was wrapped up like an onion. Kids germs! Maybe I will end up tying my fleece around my waist, but at the beginning of this run I was quite pleased I had it on.

Through the park I just took it gently, letting my lungs evict all the 'kids germs'. I was feeling not too bad at this pace. No pressure, no one that I feel I have to keep up with, well the Old Boy occasionally said "Just pick it up a little bit" he said very gently, almost apologetically. So after this bit, he decided to do the run in front then spin around run to me and run with me until he got a bit in front again. As well as 'Serpentining' along the road that, the Old Boy seemed happy doing that. Until we got to the single track running. He did nag me then, but we was going up Goss Hill by then. Boy do I still not like hills.

I tried to keep a steady pace going, and I think I did quite well. Not particularly fast, but consistent. Along the top of the woods now, Again a single track and the OB is behind me, just a little utterance about picking up the pace a tad more. Maybe the 'kids germs' have got to him as well, and is secretly enjoying going at my pace! I do enjoy those little down hill sections, but I enjoy them even more in the day time! I know I could go a little faster when I can see a bit more of the paths! I know mud packs are supposed to be good for you, and I am sure they don't get the mud here, in Petts Wood, so I don't want to be rolling around in it.

I have kept a steady pace going, all the way down now heading for Pettswood. Just a couple of walking stops, before hand, but now I am almost in the 'zone' I knew I wasn't quite there because my chest was feeling very tight and that didn't help to keep my mind on my running and breathing.

All in all though I thing this evenings run was good! Even the Old Boy said I was keeping a steady pace, that was until he saw the time! Oh well, you can't expect miracles every day, cant you!

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Club Run!

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After yesterdays hard slog through the woods (no snickering back there please, Mr. S) a one hill tarmacked route through the quite streets of Pettswood is just what I needed.

Nagging Sister called me earlier and asked if I was ready to move up to group 2. I, of course, said "No, not yet, I'm still recovering from my spills in the woods" And it's true! When I fall over my body goes into "Oh no, brace your self, silly Old Girl has only fallen over" and then my body twists and tenses in places it has ever done before! But it seemed that NS was pleased about that (not about the fall) but the fact that I am staying in group 1. She has done some sort of muscle pulling damage to her groin area. Probably pushing her self hard last week, running 9 min miles indeed!!

It was a cold night, but not as cold as some of the days that we have been out running. I had left my gloves behind, and my woolly hat and just put on a cap instead, to keep the sweat out of my eyes. Yes, I was planning on working hard, I always do! Even I as write that my body went into spasms, thinking of hard work! That whole 'almost couch potato' week just gone is fighting to stay for another week.

When we got there Nagging Sister starting talking to another girl that started group 2 last week and she was tempted to go back. Well that's good. My job has been done. I tell people of the 'joys' of running (I know, don't read yesterdays blog!) I encourage them on some running around with me on local routes and then I 'strike' and have them running in the club, fully bitten by the running club. Ok, so a couple have got away, but the bug has been unleashed in them, and it will grow!

Off we went, up the only one hill in the today's run. This hill holds no fear over me anymore, well not from the start anyway. Maybe if it was at the end of a jog, that might be a different matter! I kept up with the main group, it's m usual start. I was feeling very tired today though. Up at A & E this morning at 2 o'clock till half past 3, with my very warm little grandson. He is fine, a viral thing, but it's still a worry for his mum and indeed me! My legs were complaining as well, my slightly twisted ankle that I did yesterday, my slightly aching back, and arms from falling over! You know usual things for a 'night blinded, clumsy, wanna do a half Marathon, Old Girl' like me.

I was dragging behind the main group a little, but not in last position. Our illustrious leader was waiting for us at the corner of the road that we will be turning down. She told us the route, and then she said "If the group is spread out a bit, then when you get to the end of this road double back and let everyone else catch up, that way you are not stopping and chilling down" I thought that I would be the one they would all be waiting for. But This evening I wasn't. In fact I even turned around and started to do the 'double back' but they were not that far behind me!

After getting going again I was getting tired and by this time though I was beginning to flag a bit. I was at the back of the pack, but when we got back to the bridge our illustrious leader said "for those that want a long route, turn left, then the first road right and right again, and it will take you to the round about at the top here" She pointed straight up in front of us. "And for those who want to do a little less stay with me and we will meet you at the round about" Sighs of relief from some of the ladies, or was that all just from me! She designated a Second leader to take the long route and then we all carried on running until the split.

Now let me tell you! I went with the second leader! Yup that's right. Me, Old Girl, She who always take the easy options, runs at a snails pace, etc etc, went on the longer route!! I really had to keep pace with everyone as even this new splinter group started to spread out! I knew the way, but I wanted to keep up and not make them all wait for me. It was a little bit of pressure on me. Something I need, but I know I will be last.

I saw them take the turning right and I saw the new second leader waiting for me, making sure that everyone was accounted for. I ran to catch up. He ran with me as we watch the group leaders up ahead. "I so wanted to stay with the group today" I told him. But best laid plans and all that! I will keep pushing myself though.

I got a bit confused at the roundabout though. And I couldn't make out which way we were to go, best keep following the group though. And I ran along behind, feeling all the while like we were heading in the wrong direction!

But at some point we met up with the rest of the group! Our illustrious leader was there with some of the other runners who took the shorter route. So we must have been running in the right direction! She sent the second leader on to stretch his legs, and she took up the sweeper position! "You can do you sprint thing, then" she says to me. But I didn't thing I would be able to pull that out today.

We were not that far now. And I was running at the back but gaining on some of the other runners of group 1. And then I was passing them by, and just staying a head of them. We were on the last bit of road now and I crossed over, and I was set to do my sprint down this last bit. And there I was, flying off, sprinting!!! Where does it come from I just don't know. I head our leader tell the other ladies that this is what I do!! I am sure now that its all psychological with me. The OB is right, Naggy Neighbour is right, even Nagging sister is right. I can do it, I just have to put it in my head and keep it there!

Next time maybe. Lets see how I do next time.

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Stumbles and Spills In The Woods!

Hello blog lovers!

It's been a while, hasn't it. Have you missed my complete ramblings! Well, this past week has been almost a complete Uturn from the 'Wanna be fit and running marathons (well half)' me! Thank goodness I did a jog last Monday!

Today was going to be the same route as last week. I'm sure the risk assessor chap would be a little more pleased with my efforts this time though. I have a hand held torch as well as the head torch plus my HiVis jacket! Still no mobile phone though, as I forgot it. And it was just as well. Read on!

"Lets try and push the pace" was the Old Boys first words as we stepped out of the car! Now, I know me, I know my body, and I know my stupid 'hate anything new' brain of mine, I definitely need to warm up. Not only that, it is dark out there, and being one of the few millions of people who need corrective lenses, night time running is quite hazardous for me! But I thought I would give it a go, not that the OB noticed all he kept saying was, "Come on then, catch up, bring the pace up, you're slowing down" I thought I was doing bloomin well!

The weekend has taken its toll on my psyche though, and the three days of beer, beer and beer feels like it has all settled in my 'beer barrel' shaped thighs! I was finding it tough going, plus not doing any exercise since last Monday, and I mean not a bloomin thing, unless you count shifting a bed and a wardrobe as exercise, then I have done nothing but raise my beer arm And yes Mr. S, this blog is absolutely littered with excuses today, and I have still not finished!

It felt quite tough, and that is only the first mile, the first mile on Tarmac paths and roads! I have still got to get to the woods! I even had a little walking stop before I hit the first mile! Much to the OB's utter disbelief! "What are you doing, get going" he said.

Dragged and pulled up to the gate that leads to the woods. Now the harder work starts! That bloody hill, that bloody hill that is going to be wet, in the dark, with tree routes and what not all over it. I tried my hardest to get up there, I really did. I don't know why I stop. It's hard work! My legs hurt...... a bit, the energy levels are flat lining, and my chest is heaving and chucking up lung lumps again!!! "Think of the two minutes at the top of the hill" I tried to tell myself, "Yeah right" my old body said "you do it without me"

So, eventually getting to the top of the hill at 16:59 minutes into the run, and 1.51 miles from the start, I sat down for my two minutes respite. My chest was heaving, my lunch, which by now had passed through the stomach was heading back that way just so that I could throw up!! My nose was running, my eyes was running, and I was sweating! What a fantastic advert I make for the joys of running. Its a good job "Run England" hasn't decided to follow me on way to 'one day' doing a half marathon!!

The second mile was quite interesting! The paths had tons puddles, there were very sticky patches, and I was complaining that I couldn't see. All you could hear was me whimpering as I stumbled along, slipping in the muddy bits. The Old Boy ran slightly behind me and to my right. His head lamp lighting up the path for me, "I'm showing you the way, I'm taking all the shots for you" He said gallantly. I just tried to keep my footing and looking at the path.

Running down now, towards dog poo ally, but before we got there (and this is the reason I am glad I didn't have my phone with me) I slipped, only this time I didn't keep my self up right and landed on the floor! Nice soft landing, and fortunately for me it wasn't in the wet sticky mud! But no phone means no photo opportunity for the Old Boy! "Come on, what you doing laying down there, you're ok, get up, brush your self down and run through it" And that is just what I did, more or less, a little slower than maybe I would have been, but it is wet, and dark and muddy out here. And I have tripped over!

I was glad to get to the Tarmac again. But by now I was really quite tired! There just seemed like there was nothing left in the tanks! and I still have about half a mile, up hill, to do.

I started running, and I really did try and pick the pace up, but maybe I just moved my arms a little faster.

Reaching Little Thrift was good, there is not far to go from there. But there is those steps to get up. The Old Boy did his best to get me through to the steps, but my pace was probably at walking speed now, "Keep going up the stairs" he said but i just came to an almost complete stop, so he dragged me up there. If he wasn't pushing me he was dragging me!! This is where the cramp in the top of my leg kicked in!! Oh boy did that hurt!

Running through the last bit of the woods, "100 yards to go now, run to the car, touch the car" The OB said. Flipping nora! Normally its just till we get to the car park, and now he wants me to run to the car!! "Not too bad" he says, "Apart from you wallowing in the mud like a rhino"!!!

Well, it was an interesting run. A hard run today! That will teach me to slacken off with my healthy eating and exercise lifestyle!

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